Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

"Then I'd like to ask you some questions."

"In the semi-finals, your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan faced off against the Clear Sky Clan."

"Back then, didn't you know that Tang Hao was already a Soul Saint?"

"Don't you know there's absolutely no chance of winning?"

"Since we know we will lose, and we know we will be seriously injured, or even die."

Why are you still going up?

Why not abstain?

The alleyway fell silent.

A gust of wind blew, swirling up a few fallen leaves from the ground.

The young man with the missing arm suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and said through gritted teeth:

"Because we want revenge!"

"The sect leader has disappeared, and his fate is unknown!"

"The young master's body is not yet cold!"

"This debt is entirely thanks to the Haotian Sect!"

"So what if we can't beat Tang Hao?"

"Even if we lose, even if we die, we'll tear a piece of flesh from that bastard!"

"We want to tell the whole world that the people of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan are not broken!"

"The eldest young master is gone, but the second young master is still holding on. If we good-for-nothings don't even dare to shed blood, how will we face the eldest young master when we're in the afterlife?!"

The young man shouted himself hoarse.

Lightning crackled across his battered body; it wasn't powerful, but it was exceptionally dazzling.

The middle-aged man did not stop him.

He just clenched his fist silently, his knuckles turning white.

"so."

The middle-aged man looked at Yu Xiaoheng:

"For trash like us, death is just death."

"But you are a genius."

“You have the same talent as the young master, or even stronger.”

"You shouldn't have died here."

"Let's go."

Yu Xiaoheng was stunned.

He looked at these faces that weren't exactly familiar.

Within the sect, these people might just be outer sect stewards or ordinary guards.

Normally, as the high and mighty young master, he probably never even glanced at them.

But now.

After his "death".

These same people were so moved to protect strangers "like him".

Just for that tiny bit of similarity.

Yu Xiaoheng lowered his head.

His shoulders shrugged slightly.

"Ha ha……"

"Hehehehe..."

He let out a series of laughs.

"madman."

"A bunch of lunatics."

Yu Xiaoheng cursed under his breath.

The middle-aged man frowned and stepped forward, trying to pull him back.

"Listen to me, this is not the time to act impulsively..."

His hand reached out.

But they found nothing.

A flower in front of you.

The black-clad figure that had been standing there vanished instantly, like smoke blown away by the wind.

So fast!

The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly contracted.

Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master, known for his lightning attribute, couldn't see his movements clearly at all.

"What about people?"

The young man with the missing arm looked around in astonishment.

The alley was deserted, with only the sound of the wind remaining.

"Have they left?"

"The other person asked."

The middle-aged man looked into the depths of the alley, towards the direction leading to the Papal Palace Square.

"Do not."

"He's gone."

"Why?" the young man asked, puzzled. "Knowing it's suicide, why would you go?"

The middle-aged man sighed deeply:

"Perhaps... that's why he acts like a young master."

"That's a stubborn mule that won't turn back even if it gets its head bruised and bloodied."

……

Another street.

Yu Xiaoheng's figure darted swiftly through the shadows.

He didn't use his soul power to travel; relying solely on the strength of his physical body, his speed was astonishing.

The wind blew through his hair.

He raised his hand and gently wiped his face.

A flash of silvery light appeared.

That face, which was originally covered with hideous scars and looked somewhat weathered, changed as if the snow had melted away.

Her rough skin became smooth, her scars faded, and although her facial features didn't change much, the weathered look she had gained was softened.

Yu Xiaoheng stopped in his tracks.

Not far ahead is the side entrance to Papal Square.

The deafening cheers and discussions were already clearly audible.

He took something out of his pocket.

It was a mask.

The background is pure white, without any fancy patterns.

Only at the corner of the mask's mouth is an extremely exaggerated smiley face symbol outlined with simple lines.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly put the mask on his face.

The cool touch adhered to the skin.

A pure white smiling face concealed all other expressions.

Papal Square.

The sun was scorching.

The once bustling stands were now filled with an atmosphere of restlessness and unease.

Although everyone believed that Nameless would come, the wait had been a little too long...

"What time is it?"

Someone shouted out.

"It's almost noon!"

"Is that Nameless guy even coming? My pants are practically soaked with sweat, and I'm just going to watch Tang Hao strike a pose?"

"I'm afraid they won't dare to come."

Someone chimed in, their tone full of mockery.

"They must have run away."

"Think about it, who is Tang Hao? He's the youngest Soul Saint in the Clear Sky Sect in a hundred years, and he wields the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one weapon spirit in the world! That madman Wuming was just being stubborn yesterday. When it really comes down to fighting to the death, any normal person would know what to choose."

"That's true, for a Soul King to fight a Soul Saint, isn't that just courting death?"

"Tch, if you don't have the guts, don't spout nonsense. You made me wait all morning for nothing. What a coward!"

Complaints spread like wildfire.